March 11, 2003
You're sporting that look that betrays a complete lack of wisdom or curiosity about the world. You gawk vacantly through a dirty window. Some inane tune bangs around in your skull. You jingle the change in your pants, but you have no idea how much is there. You often make idle chit-chat with strangers, but today you remain in your own corner. You're not sure why. You pull yourself our of the seat and step off at your usual stop. You know where your stop is. You don't have to think about it. You shift the balance of this nation.